Well, damn. The fall from grace is often a public and painful one, but damn. I’m not sure if anyone saw this coming for Dirk Nowitzki, Mark Cuban and the Dallas Mavericks. Thirteen months removed from being champions of the free world, that same world now has their eyes fixated on them for all the wrong reasons. Championship pieces gone, championship window all but closed and there’s the growing chance of Dirk becoming a certified alcoholic if he hasn’t already become one.

Instead of penning my own thoughts about this collapse, yours truly stumbled upon the journal of the Shooting German. Similar to a summer blockbuster motion picture, there are drugs, naked women, lots of sex, sports, the cigarette with Steve Nash, a positive comment about a Kardashian, possibly more drugs, a heart to heart with Mark Cuban and more. It starts the day after the 2011 Finals ended.*

* – For the record, I have no ill will against Dirk. He just seems like a guy who keeps track of his life in written form. Plus, his post game lounging during press conferences leads me to believe he’s just like you and me with this free agency stuff – a chronic overreacter.

Willie, if I were you I’d be throwing rocks at Mark Cuban’s car asking him what the fuck is going on?! He needs to get the fuck off that damn Shark Tank show and manage his team. I had a feeling things were going to go awry after they let Tyson Chandler and JJ Barea leave, unbelievable.

This has been a bad week for the Mavs and I’m not ready to go back to the Lorenzo Williams era (Lorenzo Williams was 6″8 and weighed 150 pounds at best. They tried to play him at center versus David, Hakeem, Shaq, Zo, and the Ewings of the world. It worked out as you would expect, terrible.)